Gregory Crockatt

there i go quietly walking through the night
the air is crisp and a cool wind blows
i pull my parka tight around my shoulders
for although it is spring, winter does linger
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there is a stolid misunderstanding
about this unfortunate unusual creature
a throw back given the road to insanity
shunned, cast out by societal standards
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I am sunshine
I am relaxation
I am co-ordinated
I am a sensation
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Ah ā yè ā yè Ah Ahā yē ah ā yē ahā ye
bē bā y bā y bē bē bā ybē bā ybē bā y
çā y çē çē çā y çā yçē çā y çē çā yçē
dē dā y dā y dē dē dā ydē dā ydē dā y
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It's seems like we're always together and never apart
you want me to tell you how I feel but it is you
it has always been you who told me my feelings
and I could never be honest with myself
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Forced to probe into the subject of
indeterminate discrimination we lie
all of the sudden our unconscious
will kick in and destroy the glint
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collective student teacher tribe
each of us bth leared and learning
we want to be the best we are
we are the best we can be
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It's a little something inspecificly small
prodding and pounding inside our minds
looking for a way in or out, haunting us
a unslaked thirst, an insurmountable itch
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post another poem about raving
spend some time poetry slaving
slip into fat pants and wildy dance
glow in the light uv morning trance
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little love
big love
misunderstood
don't feel good
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open your tongue to a whole new set of senses
relax, breath, feel the energies around your body
look deeper into life and feel the syncronicites
free your mind of the dullness of semi-sensing
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A phantasm of light and shadows, rainbows of color
flexing its mighty shoulders and shaking loose the pains
living for the moment and in it with a sense of now
never a before or after, only an everlasting nowness
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dissolving illusions of grand magical madness
scatter gracefully into winds whispering softly
under a starlit symphony accompanied by luna
on the coalescent face of a rippling liquid shore
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Curtailed into the curved corner pocket of lividity
little by little gathering generous amounts of love
fluid morphing smiles on the faces of fantastic friends
flying over the edge slower by the attention
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Cannot is incorrect impartiality..
Will not becomes negatively negotiate..
Should not being judgmental jealously..
Could not be slightly exemplary or exclusive..
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Forboding consequence creeps stealthfully
into the unexplored depths
of the lonely mans inner psyche
leading justification along an unfamiliar
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Stand by, await your fate
chastice the unworthy
in their face, slam the gate
court or be courted
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In this time of near recession
one os often posed the question
would you prefer to remain aloof
or rather be given the absolute truth
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sliced persona transitional slip
flight forward into lights and shadow
self and ego letting go and holding on
can i really be here, how can this be
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...Of Course

...we love love, love is full of love
...we hate hate, hate is full of hate
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